To The Sun

To the sun, she shall walk
Away from your poisonous talk
And I will mend her soul
From your deceit dark and cold
In the light, she shall find
Peace within her own mind

Unhindered by despair
As her heart does repair
Thou can not take my love
My dear, sweet dove
Out from under my feet
Like some piece of decadent meat

For you are poison, dark and cruel
Seeping into her mind like a thick gruel
Steering her from the right path
And infusing me with cold wrath

Can you hear my call?
Can you see her fall?
Can you feel my plea?
For you to run and flee?

Away you must go
For you have made her sunken and low
Words can not express
Her painful distress

For it to be undone
She must walk, to the sun